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About San Antonio

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

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Normally actual personal safety isn't something to worry about - usually if motels have crime going on it's drugs and prostitution or messing.

Sometimes, walkin’ down those cracked sidewalks, i get errorrrrratic thoughts – like, "damn, life’s a riot of joy and despair" – and i laugh. It’s full of typos, missteps, and surprises. And seriously, the way it makes me feel… Wow, just wow.

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